From the top of the pole I watch her go down/she got me throwing my money around

Vivi was sick and tired of yoga class. It was supposed to be calming and soothing, but she was finding it tedious today.

The instructor hit the gong, signaling the break. Vivi yawned and stretched, then grabbed her water bottle. It was empty. With a roll of her eyes, she untangled her legs and left the yoga room to find the water fountain.

The gym opened up into the main room, where the weight machines and the aerobic machines sat. Vivi’s gaze drifted towards the free weights; she could usually find a muscle man to gawk at and flirt with.

But no, Garrett was over there today, and she felt her stomach drop like she was on a roller coaster. She still paused to admire his gymnast’s body, watching the muscles in his arms and abdomen flexing and toning. It was like tunnel vision, and she had to get to the tiny pinprick of light or she would die.

Ooopsie?

Don't worry, oh followers of mine. I've been slacking cuz of computer issues. But, I'm back! And I have plenty for you guys. I had an epic Vivi dream last night, which will be typed up and posted soon.

it makes you burn to learn you're not the only one/I'd let you be if you'd put down your blazing gun

The paparazzi were out in full force tonight. All of the greasy, bottom-feeding photographers were camped by every entrance of LUXurious, the club where Lexy was performing. Vivi had no trouble finding the place. All she had to do was follow the flashing light bulbs of the cameras. It promised to be a star-studded evening.